Sideshow - Breathing Lessons lyrics

Yeah mmm, ahh i'm feeling good today
I'm feeling good on this one
Man, I'm-I'm tryna have to take a breath

Niggas need fix that aim, I been in the range
Frequent trips down memory lane
I pay in my pain shot my opp about his frame
To the pearly gates this why I call my
Dirty G-lock little aeroplane
I made a beast of myself
My face in my pharaoh hands
When I'm alone I swear I
Feel the Pharaoh's pain
Gotta lose just to win
Sacrifice for the gains
I told my love I'm doing good but
I'm still stuck in my ways
Dry tears on my cheek, fake smile on my face
I miss my brother, little Fleez
He still fighting that case
Bro I still might do you greasy, believe mе
I got some packs up in the mail
I'm out the way bеing patient
Whole lot of bullets in my homegirl basement
If we static adjacent
Known to leave the whole vacant
If you have it I'm taking more
You know I need my paper
A little breach in my plans
Listen e'rytime I speak like I'm
The sheikh my man
Ties on the floor screen, stop
Tossed the ghost good then I ran
I leave the whip hot
It was not a part of my plan
I seen that nigga at the pit stop
Glock in my pants
I had to leave him right there
Might've been my only chance
I run 300 rounds through, till my G-lock jam
I I run 300 pounds through
In these purp club pants
A real man, hold you down 'cause I can
Real plans, show you how to advance
Weight of the world on my shoulders and hands
Don't want the world
Just a little bit of land
They wan' be complex fools
I be the simpler man